"It's all right," cried Gertrude smilingly. "I reached safety and we're going out the moment you're able. So hurry up, please."
"Where's Bailey?" was Mary's only reply.
"Just outside; I'll call him," answered Gertrude, wondering at this reception of her news. But she stepped to the door and motioned to Armstrong, who was hovering outside. He came in and closed the door.
"Mary!" he cried in a voice that Gertrude had never heard.
"Bailey!" Mary answered, reaching out both hands.
Then a great light dawned in Gertrude's mind. She went out softly—but they did not even look to see what had become of her.